1. Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high! The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; ‘Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way!’ 2. Loose all yours bar of massy light And wide unfold the ethereal scene; He claims thee mansions as His right; Receive the King of Glory in! Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord, that all our foes o’er came, The world, sin, death and hell o’er-threw; And Jesus is the Conqueror’s name. 3. Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant solemn lay ‘Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; ye everlasting doors, give way!’ Who is this King of Glory? Who? The Lord, of glorious power possessed, The King of saints, and angels too, God over all, for ever blest.